Rebirth: I'm a Daddy's Darling in the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 247: A world where only Yinzhen is injured is achieved.

A trip to Yun Jin Garden yielded several benefits: Yin Zhi gained calligraphy and paintings, Yin Zuo acquired a cook, and Yin Tang didn't come away empty-handed either—he learned a lesson, didn't he? In short, a world where everyone benefits except Yin Tang is left hurt…

Although Yinzuo said that Yintang deserved it, after returning to Shufeng Pavilion, he still asked Dexi to send Su Shi's painting of wood and stone to Yintang when he delivered the peace sticker to Yinzhi. As the saying goes, one autumn rain brings one chill, and after several rains, the weather turned really cold. Yinzuo was indeed a lucky guy wherever he went, and he caught a cold as soon as it got cold.

"Pfft~"

Yinzhuo casually tossed the handkerchief he had used to blow his nose into a bamboo basket beside him, then reached for another handkerchief on the table next to him, just in case. Kangxi, sitting opposite him, was so distracted by the sound of Yinzhuo blowing his nose that he had no interest in dealing with the pile of memorials in front of him. In the end, he simply put down his pen and called over Liang Jiugong, who was circling around Yinzhuo.

"Go and deliver that pile of memorials on my desk to the Crown Prince. In the next few days, send all the memorials sent from the capital to the Crown Prince as well. Yinzhuo, if you are really feeling unwell, lie down and take a nap. The Imperial Physician Wang will bring the medicine soon. This time, I will personally watch you drink it. I want to see if you will still pretend to comply."

To describe Yinzhuo's current condition in one sentence: "A knife is cutting his throat, cement is blocking his nose. Forget about lying down to sleep, he can only breathe with his mouth open like a fish while sitting. People are naturally fussy when they are sick, and on top of that, Yinzhuo has always been unreserved in front of Kangxi. Goodness, his father dislikes him."

"Father~ Am I still your favorite son? It's one thing for you not to feel sorry for me when I'm in so much pain, but how can you still dislike me? Your son has to breathe through his mouth even when he's sitting up, let alone when he's lying down. Fine, since you dislike your son, then I won't get in your way anymore. Just let me go back to my Shufeng Pavilion and fend for myself..."

If Yinzhi hadn't been sick, Kangxi would have slapped him a few times. When did he ever say he disliked him? If he really disliked him, would he have brought him to Qingxi Study to personally supervise him after learning of Yinzhi's illness? That heartless little brat... Oh well, considering he's sick and uncomfortable, I'll let it slide...

"Alright, you should go back to bed right now. Your fever has just subsided. If you start acting up again, you'll suffer. You're a grown man, yet you're acting like a child, afraid of bitter medicine. If Hongxu finds out, he'll laugh at you. When the medicine arrives, you can't make excuses like you did before. Otherwise, I'll have someone force-feed you."

Having lived in the Qing Dynasty for so many years, Yinzhuo's memories of modern times had become somewhat blurred with the passage of time. If there was anything in modern times that he would miss, he thought that apart from the relatives and friends he could no longer see, it was the Western medicine he thought of every time he was sick and took medicine. It wasn't that Yinzhuo couldn't endure bitterness, but illness came like a landslide and went away like pulling silk. Who could drink medicine three times a day for several days without changing their expression? He had only been drinking it for a day or two and he already felt that he couldn't continue.

Despite Emperor Kangxi's usual indulgence of Yinzhuo, he was ruthless when it came to administering medicine. No matter what methods Yinzhuo used, his father remained unmoved.

"Yinzuo, I'm giving you two choices. First, you can pick up the bowl and drink the medicine obediently, and I'll have Liang Jiugong bring you some candied fruit. Second, I'll have someone come in, hold you down, pry open your mouth, and force the medicine down your throat. You won't get any candied fruit then. Think it over carefully and decide which one you choose."

Is there even a need to consider this? With Yinzhuo being so pragmatic, he would definitely choose option one. However, even though he had made his choice, he still felt uneasy facing that large bowl of dark medicine. He held the bowl and looked at his father for a long time. Seeing that Kangxi showed no sign of softening, he took a deep breath, held his breath, and brought the bowl to his lips.

"I remember you didn't have this much trouble taking medicine when you were a child. How come you've gotten worse as you get older? Look at how you're taking this medicine, it's like you're being tortured. Liang Jiugong, hurry up and get that candied fruit to sweeten your Sixth Prince's mouth."

The candied fruit was served in an exquisitely white porcelain dish. Of course, this exquisiteness did not refer to the candied fruit itself, but rather to its quantity. Yinzhuo took the small porcelain dish, reached out and pinched one, putting it in his mouth. The sweetness of the candied fruit quickly neutralized the bitterness in his mouth, and Yinzhuo's furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Father also said that when his son was little, he was afraid of you. You were so fierce, but you didn't even realize it. You thought you were very gentle, but when you smiled, you looked like the Big Bad Wolf. Do you know what the Big Bad Wolf is? It's the big bad wolf that pretends to be a child's relative..."

Well, once Yinzhuo said that, even though he was still sick, he had already been beaten. Our Prince Zhao, clutching his forehead where his father had hit him hard, didn't dare to say a word. It wasn't that he was so afraid of Kangxi, but his father's bent fingers were still raised. He was afraid that if he said another word, the second blow would immediately fall on his head. Kangxi only lowered his hand when he saw that Yinzhuo was behaving himself.

"Hmph, you talk as if you're so afraid of me. I seem to remember you daring to come and bargain with me when you weren't even this chair tall. Should I help you recall how you changed the class schedule in the Imperial Study, and how you got these ten-day breaks..."

How did I get it? Of course, I earned it through my own strength. It has to be said that after spending so much time with Kangxi, Yinzhuo unconsciously picked up some of his father's habits. Look at Kangxi's tone of voice and actions, doesn't it look familiar? It's exactly the same as when Yinzhuo reprimanded Yintang a few days ago.

Yinzhuo was still ill, and soon after taking the medicine, he began to feel sleepy. Kangxi ordered all the palace servants to leave, leaving only Liang Jiugong to serve him. The large Qingxi Study instantly became quiet.

Yinzhu slept well. Whether it was because of the good rest or the medicine he had drunk earlier, Yinzhu felt much clearer after waking up. He had a good appetite at dinner and ate with relish. Seeing him eat so heartily, Kangxi, who had been in a bad mood these past two days because of Yinzhu's illness, seemed to be in a much better mood.

But as I said before, Yinzhuo had clearly overestimated his small body. Not long after dinner, our Prince Zhao got a fever again. And when he got a fever, it was quite a big deal. The quiet Qingxi Study suddenly became lively. It wasn't until the Imperial Physician Wang came and took Yinzhuo's pulse to confirm that he was alright that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yinzuo, after you recover from this illness, how about I have your eldest brother help you get some exercise? Look at how weak you are, not to mention compared to your eldest brother and the Fourteenth Prince, even your third brother is probably much stronger than you."